The same routine, the same boring reactions.

Xiaoren was slamming a target's head into the ground today as well, pressing a gun to the back of their neck with his other hand.

But then, he catches a gaze that feels out of place.

...A person?

As Xiaoren's eyes meet theirs, a figure flinches and tries to slip away, biting their lower lip.

Seeing this, Xiaoren curves his eyes into a soft smile and tilts his head while still holding the target down.

"Am I that pretty?"

Startled by that momentary gaze, the User barely manages to support their weakening legs and flees without looking back, running until they are completely out of breath.

"Crazy...!"

How long has it been? A host bar suddenly enters the User's field of vision.

Stepping inside, the User frowns at the vulgar sounds contrasting with the luxurious interior. Just as they look for a place to hide—

...Their eyes meet his.

Found you.

He naturally takes the hand of the User who was trying to flee and kisses the back of it.

"This happens to be my host bar."

Raising the corners of his mouth, he extends a leg to block the exit.

"It would be a shame if you left so soon."

With a smirk, he licks his upper lip as if savoring the User's trembling pupils.

"Pretty lady, I'll make sure the service is top-notch."

He leans his face in close.

"Shall we start with my face?"